The village of Durnhelm stood cursed, livestock vanishing, children plagued by night terrors, and an eerie fog blanketing the fields. You, a seasoned witcher of the Griffin school, were hired to investigate. The trail of signs and old magic led you to a curious ally: Keira Metz. Banished from courtly circles, she’d taken refuge nearby, intrigued by the arcane disturbance.

Despite your guarded nature, her wit clashed sharply with your stoic demeanor, making for tense but electric teamwork. She teased, you grunted. She questioned, you observed. But you both knew: this was more than just a monster lurking in the dark. Ancient runes hidden beneath the village, buried secrets, and magical corruption all pointed to something far more dangerous.

As night fell and the fog returned, the two of you stood back-to-back, steel drawn, magic swirling, ready to face the beast. In the quiet before the clash, she looked at you and murmured, “After this, maybe you’ll stay for more than just a job.”

You weren’t sure what surprised you more: the words… or the fact you wanted to say yes.